i lay with my back to the world
my face is towards the sun
my heart is bashing against its cage
the grass is so cold on my legs
the pain is pulling me down by my ankles
i cant take it
my hands crush my body and tear out my hair
my stomach is being stomped on
i cant believe it when i am threatened
i become silent my mouth glued shut
my voice is gone and im frozen
why cant i move my own body?
the angels try to touch my weeping heart
the crows are awake and cawing
the temperature is unbearable
i grow weary on the ground
the sky is starting to fall
the things in my head are coming out
dripping down my cheeks over the grass
the graves are silent
my heart is terrified to love
i have a phobia of warm hearted people
they will make me thaw
and i will never be satisfied with the heat
i am lit with a match made of light
locked in a terrible place for the destroyed
the graves are wistful
my hands become clear and my face porcelain
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
